01-03-2026, 11:17 PM
In the calm of the night in the ruins, Zohariel plays games with her young daughter. They hide from and chase each other around the stones, Zohariel sending little stardust animals after the girl. It's peaceful and quiet here for this nocturnal duo.
After a time, Wrest moves to make games of her own and Zohariel doesn't fret. She had grown up with parents that allowed her freedom and it had come naturally to do the same. They'll be reunited by dawn, she knows, and their routine of finding somewhere shady to nap away the sunrise will continue as it has since the filly's birth.
So she stands there, enjoying the quiet and thankful for this unexpected but dear twist in her life. Her stardust mane and tail float around her, moving not with the wind but by some other force. Bright golden eyes catch movement and, thinking it is her daughter, Zohariel turns her head with a faint smile by default.
It is not Wrest. Confusion ripples through her as she tries to make sense of what she is seeing. The golden wounds draw her attention first, a sympathetic ache twinging her heart. Where the head should be is obscured by a blinding light she cannot focus on, and there are so many eyes on the wings she has no idea which ones are seeing or if all of them are.
This stranger is fearsome and strange and so much more than anything she has ever seen.
And Zohariel doesn't feel afraid of them. Her confusion and uncertainty are thick in her mind, making her thoughts slow as she tries to figure this out.
No one has ever approached her with harm in their hearts, so she simply just doesn't think of it as a possibility. Certainly not now, not under this beautiful sky, not while Wrest plays somewhere nearby — dancing with starlight or whatever fantastical game the filly has dreamed up tonight.
So she smiles at this stranger, a light but uncertain laugh escaping her. "That… pr- probably isn't hard. It feels… feels like everyone has stars these days." Her quiet voice so clearly shows her uncertainty and there's no room for any other emotion to hide in there.
"Are you a god?" Because what else could the stranger possibly be?
After a time, Wrest moves to make games of her own and Zohariel doesn't fret. She had grown up with parents that allowed her freedom and it had come naturally to do the same. They'll be reunited by dawn, she knows, and their routine of finding somewhere shady to nap away the sunrise will continue as it has since the filly's birth.
So she stands there, enjoying the quiet and thankful for this unexpected but dear twist in her life. Her stardust mane and tail float around her, moving not with the wind but by some other force. Bright golden eyes catch movement and, thinking it is her daughter, Zohariel turns her head with a faint smile by default.
It is not Wrest. Confusion ripples through her as she tries to make sense of what she is seeing. The golden wounds draw her attention first, a sympathetic ache twinging her heart. Where the head should be is obscured by a blinding light she cannot focus on, and there are so many eyes on the wings she has no idea which ones are seeing or if all of them are.
This stranger is fearsome and strange and so much more than anything she has ever seen.
And Zohariel doesn't feel afraid of them. Her confusion and uncertainty are thick in her mind, making her thoughts slow as she tries to figure this out.
No one has ever approached her with harm in their hearts, so she simply just doesn't think of it as a possibility. Certainly not now, not under this beautiful sky, not while Wrest plays somewhere nearby — dancing with starlight or whatever fantastical game the filly has dreamed up tonight.
So she smiles at this stranger, a light but uncertain laugh escaping her. "That… pr- probably isn't hard. It feels… feels like everyone has stars these days." Her quiet voice so clearly shows her uncertainty and there's no room for any other emotion to hide in there.
"Are you a god?" Because what else could the stranger possibly be?
@Ryatah